Looking through broken window panes For something that'll numb the pain But it's something to help you forget Well bottles will serenade and newborn lives will turn the page But there's always better way
Cuz it's been two years of all hard luck You're getting used to being in a rut And your heads all fucked And you're a little stranger
Does it keep you running for the razors
Today "“ you've lost every shred of innocence It's time to come to grips again Wake up "“ are you waiting for someone to pick you off the floor The answers always right in front of you You know exactly what to do Where are you running to?
Your walls are crumbling around you Wishing something could hide you From everyone of your regrets You've got that kind of hate And it's all, all for yourself
SO put that bottle to your head Pull the trigger and now you're dead Was it everything you thought it would be?
Today "“ you've lost every shred of innocence It's time to come to grips again Wake up "“ are you waiting for someone to pick you off the floor The answers always right in front of you You know exactly what to do Where are you running to?
What are you looking for? You want it to hurt just a little bit more It's contradictions and misconceptions Just a circle of lies; a fucking infection Leading you around and make you always want more "˜Till another one of out friends has been checked into the morgue
Today "“ you've lost every shred of innocence It's time to come to grips again Wake up "“ are you waiting for someone to pick you off the floor The answers always right in front of you You know exactly what to do Where are you running to?
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